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By Walt Disney

WALT DISNEY,

The film, based on the best-selling novel by Daphne du Maurier, has been adjudged the best picture of 1940 by the

Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences

SELENICK INTERNATIONAL procent

Rebecca

starring

LAURENCE OLIVIER · JOAN FONTAINE

Directed by ALFRED HITCHCOCK

Produced by DAVID O. SILZNICK who made "GONS WITH THE WIND" RELEASED THAU UNITED ARTISTS

Sysoraty: In the south of France, where I was travelling as com- panion to Mira Van Hopper, I met Mux de Winter. My own pale shyneas Terts in contrast to his bitter, brooding silence; Mrs Van Hopper told me he was the owner of a famous estate, Manderley, which he had not occupied since the accidental death of his wife, Rebecca. Mrs Van Hop- per took ill and uns confined to her bed, and I found myself spending many hours with Mar; before long I was deeply in love. When Mrs Van Hopper anddenly decided to leave, Max asked me to marry him, and took me to Manderley as his bride.

Chapter Two

I remember quite clearly the ware of annoyance which swept. across Maxim's face when we entered the great hall of Manderley. The but- ler, Frith, had hurried down The front steps to meet us, and we had followed him to the huge first room of the house, where we were confronted with some twenty servants of the household, assembled to meet us. I was wet, and pain- fully conscious of my appear- auce before them all. I heard

Maxim say, to Frith: "I didn't expect the whole staff to be in attendance," and Frith's quiet. reply, "Mrs Danvers' orders, sir."

While I stood there, not knowing at all what to say, my eyes wandered beyond the int- mense hall, to its minstrel gallery and broad, sweeping staircase, back to the sen of -faces-open-mouthed-and-curi- bus. Almost as though from nowhere. Someone advanced DIL from the sea of fices, someone tall and gaunt, a figure with a deeply-hollowed, Brilliant-eyed face, a woman whose cold composure left me limp in embarrassed shyness. "This İs Mrs Danvers." Maxim said, and I took her chill, damp hand.

The volce seemed almost a sneer. "How do you do, Ma- dam," she said. "I have every- thing in readiness for you."

I stammered a reply, and in my nervousness dropped a glove. She stepped forward and picked it up. There was more than a trace of scorn in her eyes and Smile as she handed it back to me. I could not bear to return her look.

During the first days Maxim was quite busy with the affairs of Manderlly, which were re- gularly managed by a shy mud pleasant man named Frank Crawley. This gave me an op- portunity to wander through the grent house, which I would have liked to do alone. Al- ways, however, Mrs. Danvers would quietly appear; sudden- ly she would be there, behind me, inescapably performing her duty of acquainting me, with the details of Manderley. She was careful to point out that the rooms we were oc- cupying in the East Wing had never been used before, except for visitors.

"The room I was telling you about," she said, "is across the hall. It's not used now. It's the most beautiful room In the house-the only one that looks down- across the lawns to the sea. It was Mrs de Winter's room." There was always Mra Danvers, and the rolling en in which she had died, to bring Rebecca de Winter back to me. I first saw her long, beautifully slop- ing handwriting on the flyleaf of a book of poems in Maxim's

room at Monte Carlo. I saw it at Manderley, on the exqui- sitely

monogrammed glass- ware, and on the napery. In the beautiful morning room. which Frith showed me, I found her everywhere; it was a woman's room, furnished with lovely taste, overflowing azaleas and rhododendrons, warmed by a blazing fire. On the writing table, her desk set and guest and men books still reposed-initialled "R." As I sut at the desk, the telephone T'us.

I must have been in terror of being discovered, for the alarming sound left me almost senseless with fright. I lifted the receiver, and the voice said: "Mrs de Winter?"

"Mrs de Winter?? I rc- peated. "I'm afraid you've made a mistake. Mrs de Win-

prise, but Beatrice simply scrutinised. They had both obviously expected someone quite different. They asked me how I liked Manderley, and Beatrice, how I was getting along with Mrs Danvers. I stammered an answer, which Beatrice understood. "There's no need to be frightened of her," ahe said. "But I shouldn't have any more to do with her than you can help. She's bound to be insanely jealous at first and she must resent you bitterly.”

"But why should she?" I replied, quite astonished.

I should "Don't you know? have thought Maxim would have told you. She simply adored Rebecen !"

During lunch, much of the conversation seemed to deal with the things I did not do, such as golf, and hunting, and riding, until Giles, in a thoughtless moment, said: "You don't-uh-you don't sail, do you?" and when I re- plied, no, I did not, came back with a loud "Thank God for that! Every one immedi- ately became silent with con- sternation, and Maxim stare: grimly ahead. I knew that Rebecca was uppermost in .their thoughts.

When they had left, Maxim suggested that we go for a walk, to which I happily agreed. Rebecca's dog, Jas- per, tagged after Maxim as we walked towards the sea, and as we came to a fork in the

Judith Anderson, as Mrs Danvers, and Joan Fontaine,

as Mrs de Winter.

ter has been dead for for more

than a year."

It was not until I had re- placed the receiver that I be- came aware of my irretrieva ble blunder. The colour flew to my cheeks with shame' of the utter idlory of what I had done. I heard a slight sound behind me, and wheefed about. It was Mrs Danvers, standing. silently behind the chair, her eyes expressionless,

"I'm sorry, Mrs Dan- vers." I stammered. "I didn't realise the call was for me."

"That is the house tele- phone, Madam," she said cold- ly. "It was probably the head gardener wishing instruc- tions,"

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Maxim's sister, Beatrice, and her husband, Giles Lacy, were not long in inviting" themselves (through Maxim) to lunch. They were anxious, of course, to see what man- ner of girl Maxim had mar ried, and I suppose I somewhat. dreaded this first contact with them. They were

moro

of Manderley than I. And they had known Rebecen,

When they came, Maxim was at the farm, and I met them in the library, alone. Major Lucy's round, blank face clearly showed his sur-

paths leading down to the bench the dog unhesitatingly took the one to the right. Maxim suddenly called: "Jas- per Not that way! Come here!" The dog scampered down the steps to the sea, not heeding Maxim's command.

"Where does that lead to?" I asked him.

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"To a small cove where we used to keep 'n boat," he re- plied, almost curtly. He seemed irritated when I sug- gested that we go down. "It's quite dull and uninteresting he said, "Just like any other stretch of sand." He must have sensed my dis- appointment, for he changed his mind, and led me down. We had no sooner reached the bench than Jasper ran off to n bend in the shore, and be- hind a rock jetty, barking furiously. I vaguely heard Maxim shouting after me as I ran after the dog. I clam- bered over the rocks, and saw it all-the little cove, the cot- tage, the mooring buoy off- ahore. There was a pièce of, string to tether Jasper in the cottage, which I found to be completely furnished, but dus- ty and chill and blue-spotted with the damp. It was from here that Rebecca had nailed.

(To be continued to-morrow).

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